#prince-lanced

@prince-lanced The black lion is the head of Voltron. It's pilot needs to be someone who is a leader and is always in control of the situation. At this point however, Shiro never felt more out of control. With Voltron defeated, the Galra had returned to take back their champion. Shiro had not gone down without a fight, Lance by his side. The rest of the team was lost, and the two of them were their last hope. In a flash, that hope was shattered as Lance was hit hard and collapsed beside him. He screamed for Lance to get up, distracted by the thought of losing his loved one. The distraction was just enough for the Galra warriors to swarm the black paladin, taking him down as well by force. . . . When Shiro woke, his muscles were stiff. He no longer had his paladin armour, and shivered slightly on he cold cell ground. He sat up, glancing down at the cuffs around his wrists. At least he was mobile still. His eyes searched the dark room, resting on a shape on the floor just a little ways of. It didn't have sharp edges, but rather round ones. Organic. He saw movement and realized it was breathing. "Lance!" He said, hurriedly rushing to the other on the ground. He checked over his body desperately, hoping he wasn't too injured.